Sorceress

Once ingested, the recipient of the potion would feel pain at the slightest touch.

This combined with the fact that under her flesh, the wound she had suffered was only healed on the surface.

They could only imagine the amount of suffering she was going to go through as intricate torture tools were taken out.

The girls shivered at the sight those things, just what were they going to do with them?

Pliers, knives small and big, as well as an eight-strand large rope. Arkalat ran his hands over the choices as if he could not quite make his mind of what would be first...

Timara looked at him like she was staring at a demon from h.e.l.l. What inhuman torture would he do to her?

Settling on the scalpel knife, he walked back to her wearing a languid and evil grin which enhanced his demonic air.

Crying and panicking inside, she wanted to beg for mercy but she knew she would have none given.

She struggled to free herself again but he leaned over and whispered in her left ear.

"If you want to be cut then continue to struggle, but if you want it to be over with soon, then don"t move." His dark tone in a husky low voice sounded even eerier than the fog in a cemetery where a lich lurked.

With nothing to say, she immediately froze in place and hoped that some mercy would be given to her.

In an accurate fast strike, the cloth was shredded open; The four girls got startled in fright but could not get up as they had been ordered to stay and watch.

Therefore they needed to remain in a kneeled position until further notice, otherwise, they were in for some punishment for being disobedient.

Once that was done, he looked at her now bare form, sneering.

"You wanted her to be used by an out of control man, that would be no different from a beast —now tell me, what should I do with you?"

Timara groaned in pain as he trailed his fingers along her side, even if the touches were light, her battered body still felt wrecked in and out!

"Bring them in." He spoke his order as he released her from binds, letting her collapse on the floor.

The guards led two half-orcs inside the room. On the other side of the window, the girls gasped in shock.

They were the labourers who carried the wood and heavy parts as the ship had been renovated. They were also among the crew members that had been hired.

Looking at the woman that splayed on the floor like a muddy mess, they were not put off, after all, the orcs and half-orcs believed in mating whenever they"re given opportunity…

Timara wanted to crawl away from them and flee, but the larger one of the two grabbed her ankle and pulled her toward himself.

Lifting her upside down by the leg, he grinned evilly as he licked his two tusks that prominently stood up from his lower jaw.

Looking at Arkalat they waited for the "Ok" signal to start their dirty business…

Nodding his head at them, he then handed over a chain that was tied to a brand new slave collar.

Timara"s terrified expression seemed to inflame the beasts as the leaner one placed the brand new collar around her neck, he spoke sternly — with a grim dangerous and vicious expression.

"You"re now a slave, you no longer hold any right over your own life and death.

By the slave merchant union of Astria, you have been registered as such for the crime of setting up a property against a master of higher status."

He explained her new status and went on about the rules she would now live and die by with that same coffin-like face.

"While in the presence of a free citizen you shall not speak, you shall not lift your gaze to their faces, and above all, you shall not attack a free folk.

Failing to do so may end with a punishment of death, while the others might end with a punishment of beating. Nod if you understand."

Looking at her as she did not move and stayed frozen, he tugged sharply on the chain leash, this resulted with a pained voiced cry.

She dared not to look up and answered, "Yes." He smiled evilly and gave her face a slap, not too hard because in her current state, he could not use too much force or she might pa.s.s out.

At the same time, Arkalat entered the other room where the four girls looked as a "free" person fell into slavery.

"Now you see the punishment for her, imagine what yours would be if you commit the same crime."

None of them dared to lift their head or even breathe! If they committed her crime, would they not be killed after inhuman torture?

"Now, you girls should watch and learn what could happen if you break your role. I will tell you up front her ending. As her owner, I will rent her to the crew freely to fill the lonely sea nights of the sailors and slave trainers." he sneered.

"Now you four girls have been chosen to serve my wife", pressing on the following, he continued.

"Do not disappoint me or else—"